Chapter 854 - 133: Commission: The Last Iron Wall

"This is Foxstone, this is England, this is... the European Union."

The core of the European Union originated from Germany, occupying the entire heartland of Europe. Beyond that, the land was ravaged only by war, floods, and disease. The slaughter zone isolated the chaos, physically keeping poverty and disorder outside.

Once you enter this barrier, it’s a prosperous land—

At least economically, it’s prosperous.

England is just a very small place, relying on the European Union to supply a small number of major cities in England. In other places, if there’s no suitable land to grow cash crops, they can only become wastelands, and Foxstone is even smaller.

Foxstone is the countryside within the countryside, a border located at a strategic point but without any real benefits.

Elliot pointed at the map and looked at Sevens, saying, "Our story is known everywhere from Ireland to Berlin, so why are we still stuck here?

Where are you from? Berlin or London? Do you remember days without mud?

Do you remember skyscrapers and art banquets, remember the sunlight and forests within reach?"

Sevens remained silent, looking at Elliot, saying, "And where are you from? About those places..."

"I know nothing about those places," Elliot said sincerely. "I was born here, or rather, on the border of England, but I’ve always wanted to see the big cities.

I want to see if the air in Berlin is sweet, if London’s internet is the most stable in the world, want to see when His Majesty the King unfurls the national flag, want to see how the European Space Agency’s spacecraft takes off, want to see...

how the elite live."

These were taught to Elliot by Lille, but they were indeed Elliot’s inner desires.

So, as he spoke, he continued, as if inspired: "I’m a very typical... lower-class person.

I have always wanted to see what the world above is like, I want to breathe the air, drink the water, enjoy the sunlight and technology of Berlin and London people...

Don’t you want to?"

Sevens put away his smile, his expression turned serious, even somewhat gloomy: "Upper-class... are you sure?"

"I’m sure," Elliot extended his hand, "Once a person starts climbing upward... it’s impossible to stop.

My worker friends are throughout the European Union, everywhere there are things that people are dissatisfied with, you and I, should help the European Union deal with these things—the capable take their place."

Sevens laughed coldly, "Unbelievable... A guy who’s been sticking to the rules for twenty-eight years suddenly tells me he’s going to become famous?"

"It’s not important, what’s important is I’m not one hundred percent successful, but you choose to bet, we’re in this together."

"It’s not that simple."

"It’s very simple, holding my hand means that this thing has begun."

Snap!

Sevens didn’t waste anymore words and decisively shook Elliot’s hand amidst his surprised expression!

"The European Union is a servant of European citizens, playing a critical role in the operation of this group, so only the most outstanding talents are selected to bear these responsibilities...

Heh, Elliot, no matter what drives you, your idea will be completely overturned in the future.

But the invitation you’ve extended can’t be taken back."

Elliot had no idea what Sevens was talking about, but he only felt assured—

What does a person need most to achieve their dreams?

Is it a lover who fulfills their emotional needs? Family whose blood is thicker than water? Or a group of servants groveling on the ground?

[Lille: ... what you need most is a grasshopper bound on the same boat as you. When the fierce wind blows and the storm strikes, you will share the same pain.]

[Lille: But when the lone boat lands, the sunshine will equally shine on you.]

[Lille: You need such comrades-in-arms, and preferably—become friends with them.]

[Elliot: But he looks...]

[Lille: It doesn’t matter what he looks like: madman, fool, idiot, coward... none of that matters; what you need to do is bind up more grasshoppers, and the fierce wind and rain will help you with the selection.]

Withdrawing his hand, Sevens casually pocketed the chip and smoothly took out another chip from his pocket:

"In that case, Northern Construction Group will have their own people come over, this chip is not suitable to hand over to you.

Use this chip, it has 400,000 euros for this time’s dividends—

What do you want to do?"

Elliot smoothly took the chip and silently grumbled to himself: Being a local manager could earn him about 600,000, and he’d have to first complete the company’s designated tasks, and what remained would be his bonus.

This 400,000 sounds like he can use it however he wants?

Of course, ultimately, the direction of the 400,000 still had to follow Lille’s guidance.

"...Since the network is lively, how about we set up a website, coincidentally now part of the Anglo-French channel is to be supported by our partners for operation, maybe we can gain some traffic?"

"I’ll go help you communicate," Sevens paused, "Then what?"

"Then... how about we do a pan-European tour?"

Sevens was utterly stunned.

A pan-European tour? Are you crazy?

...

The plan is very simple: first set up an online worker community, where anyone wanting to air grievances can vent a bit, and Elliot and his group will rush over to help them seek justice.

But it’s very clear, this plan is completely riding on the company’s head:

These days, are there any workers that are satisfied with their company?

Before, it was because jobs were hard to find, and if workers were considered hammers, then companies were certainly holding guns; if the European Union didn’t intervene, who could possibly take them on?

Now with the example of Foxstone here, the company has an opportunity:

Mobilizing workers can be profitable.

So this matter indeed involves riding on the company’s head, but a company isn’t an individual entity; after the Foxstone incident, who wouldn’t want to ride on the opposing company’s head?

"...such a simple idea, how come no one thought of it before?"

Elliot, having just relaxed, blurted out a dumb question, Johnny covered his head and went off to admire the scenery, Munemasa began reviewing the list of available prosthetics, only Lille, though somewhat exasperated, still explained to him why:

[Lille: Such a simple idea, why didn’t you try it before?]

Elliot sheepishly scratched his head, knowing he had three odd characters living in his brain for more than a month now. Although slower to react, he’d still learned something:

The answer is too simple—easy to know, difficult to act, both technically and psychologically—perhaps in the past, it wasn’t that no one tried, just that they died in the attempt.

The answer is just that simple.

Bang bang bang!

Elliot’s hand knocked on the steel pipe, the noise attracting Carl and a bunch of workers to turn their heads:

"Brothers! Do you want to go to Berlin?"